Gray, white, gray white
Cabins and rooms and a division within
Unfamiliar faces, chaos everywhere
Languid souls striving for survival
Routine calls, unlimited excuses, nagging calls
Fast moves with slow pace
A feeling of uncertainty.
A perpetual fear of the pink slip
It is haunting the mind endlessly.
Nausea, work pressure and monotonous schedule
Each day drags on…
For a new tomorrow
Attendance register, absence and late comings
A hard day ahead
Survival of the fittest in this jungle
Back-biting, rumors, gossip and office romance
Endless cups of coffee and rounds of cigarettes
The evening has set in.
The day ends for some
Its time to leave the cabins and rooms
Gray, white, gray and white
Copyright © 2006, Bindu Borle
You have drawn a caricature of how an office functions thro' your poem. Fine.
hmmm. this sounds so familiar yet so unique. You have encapsulized the modern experience of static mobility. Welcome to the 21st century kind of slice of life revelation in a cubicle. Keep us briefed!
Good poem, it really gets across the ambience of the workplace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And I thought India was somewhat tranquil...what an eyeopener into the 'worldwide' office, drat it! You've captured it, told the world about it, now give it a shot of Sodium Pentathol, and make it reveal its deepest secrets to you. Or call the Mother Ship and have those green guys pick it up and drag it off...cause you sound none too thrilled by this beast! Great description in no uncertain images! ! Very well done! ! ! ! xxxxElysabeth